Frodoll Journal, Part 15
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
Author's note: The Frodoll Journals were originally posted at Imladris.net, including photographs and correspondence. Upon the demise of Imladris :( , the Frodoll Journals were restarted at council-of-elrond.com, in The Prancing Pony Forum, from the beginning. They are posted there presently, but as we had to start over, not all entries and photos are up yet. Within a few weeks the journals should again be current, and entries will be forthcoming with more regularity. :)
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In addition to measuring the Arch (or, rather, attempting to) and going up into the top, we explored the Arch Museum. A "museum" in Rosie's world is very much like a Mathom Hall. It is filled with unusual, valuable, or historic things. Rosie tells me that most museums are designed to educate, and this one was no exception. It is called the Museum of Westward Expansion, and is dedicated to the spread of Rosie's people from the eastern shore of her land to the West. Much of this "expansion" was accomplished in wagons.
These wagons are not much different from what we Hobbits use in the Shire, a fact which pleased both of us very much, as we are always gratified to discover things in common. Wagons such as these were generally pulled by horses or by oxen, another commonality. My brothers and I enjoyed exploring the giant "yoke" in this museum.
The museum also had a large section dedicated to "Native Americans." Rosie explained to me that this land was once inhabited by a different type of people than herself, and that they were gradually driven from their lands. They rather reminded me of the elves - a wise and fierce people forced to leave their homes. This saddened me a great deal, sounding very much like conquest, the sort of thing the Enemy would involve himself in. But as this occurred many years before Rosie was born, I can hardly blame her. She assured me that many of these people still live and thrive in her country, but I would be dishonest if I said my heart was completely at ease on this topic. We saw and took pictures of a dwelling used by some "Native Americans" called a "teepee."
There is so much more I could tell you about the museum. We took quite a long time enjoying it, and took a great many pictures. The last photo, however, was at the insistence of the lasses. There were many small "ledges" large enough for us to pose upon, but this one was the one they insisted on. On the ledge, it says "Enterprising Young Men."
It took several minutes to take the photos, as they were overtaken with laughter and had difficulty holding their cameras steady. *sigh* I wonder if I shall ever truly understand Rosie.
~TBC~
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
Author's note: The Frodoll Journals were originally posted at Imladris.net, including photographs and correspondence. Upon the demise of Imladris :( , the Frodoll Journals were restarted at council-of-elrond.com, in The Prancing Pony Forum, from the beginning. They are posted there presently, but as we had to start over, not all entries and photos are up yet. Within a few weeks the journals should again be current, and entries will be forthcoming with more regularity. :)
~*~*~*~* Part 15 ~*~*~*~*
In addition to measuring the Arch (or, rather, attempting to) and going up into the top, we explored the Arch Museum. A "museum" in Rosie's world is very much like a Mathom Hall. It is filled with unusual, valuable, or historic things. Rosie tells me that most museums are designed to educate, and this one was no exception. It is called the Museum of Westward Expansion, and is dedicated to the spread of Rosie's people from the eastern shore of her land to the West. Much of this "expansion" was accomplished in wagons.
These wagons are not much different from what we Hobbits use in the Shire, a fact which pleased both of us very much, as we are always gratified to discover things in common. Wagons such as these were generally pulled by horses or by oxen, another commonality. My brothers and I enjoyed exploring the giant "yoke" in this museum.
The museum also had a large section dedicated to "Native Americans." Rosie explained to me that this land was once inhabited by a different type of people than herself, and that they were gradually driven from their lands. They rather reminded me of the elves - a wise and fierce people forced to leave their homes. This saddened me a great deal, sounding very much like conquest, the sort of thing the Enemy would involve himself in. But as this occurred many years before Rosie was born, I can hardly blame her. She assured me that many of these people still live and thrive in her country, but I would be dishonest if I said my heart was completely at ease on this topic. We saw and took pictures of a dwelling used by some "Native Americans" called a "teepee."
There is so much more I could tell you about the museum. We took quite a long time enjoying it, and took a great many pictures. The last photo, however, was at the insistence of the lasses. There were many small "ledges" large enough for us to pose upon, but this one was the one they insisted on. On the ledge, it says "Enterprising Young Men."
It took several minutes to take the photos, as they were overtaken with laughter and had difficulty holding their cameras steady. *sigh* I wonder if I shall ever truly understand Rosie.
~TBC~